A/N: So, here we are. I'm going to give Georgia Peach another shot. I've made some minor changes to this chapter, and I plan on reworking the other 15 that I have written already to make them better. For those of you who are new, welcome! This is going to be an Olivia/Amanda story, or "Rolivia", as I have come to call them. So, without further ado, please read, review, and enjoy chapter 1!
"We think it's time to take the next step and build a family" Olivia told the woman behind the desk at New York Cryogenics, grasping Amanda's hand in her own. A perplexing tingling sensation ran up both of the detectives' arms the moment their hands came in contact with one another, and they pulled away as soon as they could without alerting the woman that they were not in fact a lesbian couple looking to start a family.
That was over two weeks ago, and still Detective Amanda Rollins could not manage to shake the feeling of having Olivia's hand in her own. There was something about it that was just so…Amanda couldn't think of a word to describe it. She had spent the past two weeks trying to think of an appropriate word, but every time she attempted to she would draw a blank. It was all rather silly really; Olivia Benson was straight as an arrow. And even if she wasn't dating Brian, even if she was gay, there was no way in hell that she would want to go out with Amanda. Who would want an over achieving, special victims unit detective with daddy issues and a dark, gambling addicted past?
But even that couldn't keep the blonde from starring at the older woman whose desk was kitty corner to her own. Amanda's eyes roamed up and down the older woman's figure, imagining what it would be like if she could come home to Olivia Benson every night.
"Yo, Rollins. See something you like?" Fin said, noticing that the blonde woman in front of him was blatantly starring at Olivia. Amanda snapped out of her trance, looking at her partner.
"Ha, you wish Fin" she said, thinking he was speaking about himself. The man rolled his eyes, standing up and strolling over to her. He stopped behind the southern woman's chair, leaning down to her level.
"You better be careful Amanda; Benson almost caught you starring at her" he whispered in her ear.
"I wasn't starring at her" Amanda said quickly, her southern accent becoming much more prominent. Fin chuckled and patted the woman on the shoulder.
"Whatever you say Rollins. Just make sure to close your mouth next time; you'll catch flies" he told the detective, jumping out of the way as she swatted at him. Cragen strolled into the bullpen then, as Amanda moved to make a snarky comment at her partner.
"What's up, Cap?" Olivia asked, looking up from her paperwork with a yawn. She glanced down at her watch and was shocked to find that it was already getting close to seven.
"You've all had a long day, and since you've managed to close this case, I'm sending you home." He said. Olivia opened her mouth to say something, but Cragen interrupted her. "That is an order, Olivia. Go home." He said, turning on his heel and walking back into his office. Amaro stood up from his seat, grabbing his bag.
"Don't have to tell me twice." He said, shutting off the computer in front of him.
"You got somewhere to be Amaro?" Fin asked, standing up as well.
"Yeah, Maria and I are taking Zara to see Wicked." Nick said, a smile crossing his face when he mentioned his wife and daughter.
"I saw that last year, it's a great show. Zara's going to love it" Olivia said with a smile. Nick scoffed.
"Hope so…tickets cost enough. She's worth it though" he said as he walked towards the exit. "See you all tomorrow" Nick called over his shoulder as he left the room.
"Hey, you two wanna go grab a drink? I think I need one after this" Amanda asked, resting her head back against her chair. The case they had just closed was a gruesome one; a 50 year old man was sexually assaulting girls at his dance studio. The cases involving children always got to her the most. Fin shook her head at the woman.
"Nah, I'd love to 'Manda, but I promised Ken and Alejandro that I'd join them for dinner tonight" the man told his partner.
"Give 'em my best!" Amanda called after the older man. Fin smiled at her as he gave a nod, walking out of the squad room. Now Amanda turned to the only remaining detective in the room, her stomach flipping at the sight of the older woman.
"What about you Olivia? Wanna grab a drink?" she asked. Olivia looked up from her file and smiled at the Southern girl, causing butterflies to flutter around the pit of her stomach. God. What was wrong with her?
"I'd love to. Just give me a minute to finish this file." Olivia Benson told the other detective. Rollins returned the smile.
"Sure. Meet you out front?" the newest addition to the team asked.
"Sounds good" Olivia said, returning back to her file to finish the last two pages. Amanda slung her purse over her shoulder and slowly walked out of the squad room, working on keeping the butterflies under control.
As the elevator doors shut in front of her, Amanda rested her head in her hands, sighing into the empty elevator. She had been denying this fact for the past two weeks, and if she was being completely honest, even longer than that.
She had known this fact since she joined the Special Victims Unit. Amanda had fallen head over heels for Detective Olivia Benson, and there was not a God damn thing she could do about it.
"I'll have a diet coke, please." Olivia told the bartender later that evening.
"Make that two" Amanda added. After the young man behind the bar walked away, the older woman turned to the newest addition to the SVU team.
"Okay, that has to be the first time I've seen you order something non-alcoholic after work. You're the one that invited me out. What's up with you?" Olivia asked Amanda, to which the blonde simply shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm trying to cut back…I like my liver the way it is" she said, causing the older woman to chuckle. "What about you? You really looked like you could use a drink after today" Amanda asked. Olivia smiled.
"I've got a feeling we're going to get a call tonight or tomorrow, and I really don't want to show up with the kind of hangover you gave me last time" she told the blonde as the sodas were placed on the bar in front of them.
"It's not my fault you Northern girls can't hold your booze!" Amanda said with a laugh, taking a sip of the sugary liquid in front of her.
"Oh, and it's my fault that you have a liver made of cast iron" Olivia said, rolling her eyes and shoving the blonde gently, who laughed at her in return. The coworkers continued to laugh and drink, unwinding from their stressful day at the precinct.
"So this feeling of yours…you get them very often?" Amanda teased, only half joking. Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Laugh all you want, but I haven't been wrong yet, jerk" Olivia said, shoving Amanda again with a laugh. The blonde laughed at the older woman, shoving her back, albeit gentler.
They were both more than half way through their second sodas when Benson yawned, pulling out her phone and checking the time.
"Okay, well this has been fun, but it's almost 10. I should be getting to bed" she said as she threw a 5 dollar bill onto the counter.
"Aw, you're no fun Detective" Amanda said as she too put a 5 dollar bill on the counter and stood up from her seat.
"I know, I know. I'll see you tomorrow Rollins. Have a good night" Olivia said, hugging the shorter woman for a brief moment, and then turning around and walking out of the bar.
Amanda watched the woman walk out the door, her body tingling from the hug that Olivia had just given her. With a deep sigh and shake of her head, Amanda followed the woman out the glass door into the cool, May evening, in desperate need of a cold shower.
A/N: I know that it's short, but I didn't want to make too many drastic changes. Be on the look out for updates coming soon. In the mean time, please review and let me know what you think!